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venus-giirl · 11 months

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"Confessions"

Gyutaro Shabana x fem reader.

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Word count: 1428.

Rating: morning sex, whispers, confessions, mentions of pregnancy, Gyutaro being tender and gentle.

N/A: I'm too active today so I wrote this scenario. I haven't stopped thinking about Gyutaro after reading too many fanfics about him, so I just wrote the idea that was running around in my mind. I know I'm late writing about him, but I hope you truly appreciate and enjoy it.

The ground was wet. Some puddles were scattered in random areas around the house. The land that was not inundated by them was muddy and muddy.

The big overnight storm had cooled the vegetables in the small vegetable garden, with the relief that it was not spoiled by the strong wind that the storm brought. The trees were dripping with fresh water and the clouds were still cresting the sky, dumping a light downpour that fell on the wooden roof. The interior of the small cottage was in a mystical aura due to the enchanting sound produced by the raindrops.

The sun had not even risen. It would be around five o'clock in the morning still, and even if it were to dawn it would still be a gray and rainy morning all day long. The living room of the house emitted an aroma of charcoal and burnt wood after a night of intense fire. Some embers remained hot and red, while others had already turned to ash. Some blankets lay scattered on the floor along with several silky sofa cushions.

Up the stairs and turning left, was your cozy shared room. A nice room that you had christened your nest. The bed was too big for two people, but it was a perfect size if you took a few things into account. The hazel wood-framed canopy towered over the surroundings and from it hung pretty, light white curtains that fell to the bottom, adorned with a series of lace patterns and flowers in various pastel colors.

Under the soft sheets slept Gyutaro hugging your back. His hand hovered over your waist and held your hand without letting go. His other hand snuck under your neck, along with the pillow, making it easy for his nose to touch your bare neck. You had been half awake for a few minutes, though you were struggling not to succumb to sleep again. Occasionally his thumb would caress the back of your hand in an attempt to make sure that if you returned the caress you would be awake, so he waited patiently, enjoying a pleasant morning with the woman he loved.

You groaned and stirred a little from your reverie when you felt Gyutaro's pelvis grind against your bare bottom. The friction it created felt weird, but you loved how he could turn you on so easily. He was already hard and rubbing against you. You were both half asleep, but aware that it was happening.

"Pretty..." he whispers in your ear in a raspy voice. "Good morning, pretty." His breath tickles your neck and you laugh a little.

"Good morning, Gyu" you reply with a smile, even though you can't see it, he has the same smile as you.

"What time is it?" You ask and lean your butt more towards his pelvis, fitting perfectly. You feel Gyutaro curse some inaudible word.

His length slides over your ass cheeks. You were still lubricated with juices from all night, so it created a smooth, sweet slickness.

"Let's stay like this for a while longer, shall we?". His voice takes on a pleading tone. "I like these kinds of mornings, after I've made love to my wife, I wake up in her arms the next day to make love to her again." His mouth sighs into the shell of your ear and his claim makes your skin crawl with goose bumps, wrenching a small, soft chuckle from you when he notices.

His defined thighs wrap between your plush thighs. In the beginning, when you first met Gyutaro, he was much thinner than he is now. There's nothing wrong with being thin, of course, but his critical condition required him to put on a few extra pounds to overcome the anemia he had been suffering from, so for a few months you had to prepare iron-rich meals for him to keep the iron in his blood. You were so happy to see him well and healthy that he even looked happier.

"You're precious, Gyu" you confess in a whisper as you remember it all. "I'm so...proud of you." You moan with your eyes closed as the head of his cock strokes your wet slit to the tip of your clit.

"Don't tell me that...I should tell you." You know how much Gyutaro loves compliments, even though he always tells you that you're the one who should be praised. Still everything about Gyutaro seemed precious in your eyes and you were deeply in love with him.

"Oh, love..." you sigh as he thrusts inside you, reaching deep inside you with ease.

"You're still so tight after everything we did last night."

"Last night was wonderful."

"Always...we can do it again." He begins to move his hips in a smooth back and forth, no need to be rough. With each little lunge he almost doesn't even leave your insides, but moves his hips in a dance that coordinates with the movement of yours.

"Aah..." You moan open-mouthed, still keeping your eyes closed. "I hope you don't waste all the cream on... the living room carpet this time." You hold your breath and your walls flutter as you remember that scene.

"It's not my fault that...aaahgm...the jar fell on the floor" Gyutaro laughs and moans enraptured by your little noises of pleasure.

"And I hope next time you won't suck so violently on my center."

"You mean...your clit? Oooh, but it tasted sooo good to the strawberry jam...mmhm...that I poured all over it."

"Don't say it...so rough, you shameless boy" Gyutaro gives a little lunge amused that you feel ashamed of everything he did to you.

"That's what you weren't telling me last night when you were moaning my name for more" He croons in a mockingly proud tone, still moving. You were so close to getting to where you wanted to be that you are forced to hold back a growl that comes from deep in your throat.

His body hugs you tighter and he turns you upright towards him so he can look at your lewd expressions. He bites his lips, the tips of his sharp teeth digging into your flesh.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart." You loved it when he grabbed you from behind every morning, but today you felt like being closer to him. Gyutaro grunts when he feels you slide down his length and pull it out of your tight walls.

"Shit, no..."

"Sshh." You soothe him with a few slaps on his powerful shoulder and turn around in a quick twist. You entwine your legs between his again and grab his hard member to pump it a few times. He groans and brings his hand to your waist, tightening his grip. He loves it when you hold his cock between your pretty little hands.

"Aah...wait..." He fucks your hand while still moving his hips keeping the same rhythm as before. "Wait, wait..." His words are cut off by pleasure. "I want to cum inside...mmgm...you."

"If we keep this up it won't be long before I'm pregnant, Gyu" you hum his name knowing that this only incites him more. A few times he has fantasized aloud confessing to you that he would like to see your full belly, carrying his child in the future. After all a demon is too greedy. You simply can't put honey on his lips and expect him not to attack for the rest.

"Ooh...trust me, pretty girl, I'm going to impregnate you good." He pulls your hand away and thrusts back inside you. You had taken his pleasure to a much higher point than before. "I want you to feel too full when I cum inside you."

You laugh and reach up to kiss his warm, somewhat rough lips. "Sure, Gyu, you can cum all you want." You clench your rubbery walls as the tip of his member brushes against your cervix and you moan his name in pleasure. "Pretty boys will be scurrying back and forth soon enough." You confess smiling over the corner of your mouth. He increases his onslaught and gradually lifts you to the peak of pleasure, falling gently into an intense orgasm. Gyutaro grunts and hugs you tightly. Thick strips of white semen fill your insides, some being forced to slide and slide down your thighs as you are completely filled with his seed.

"I love quiet mornings by your side..." He whispers, by the time you want to realize it you both have fallen asleep again. He is still inside you and you just want to squeeze tighter between his chest and sleep a few more hours, until the birds sing the first notes of dawn.

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apotodiplodocus · 4 months

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Guard Dog

Hi! So I'm back, I had a whoopsie but I am OK now and feeling in a better head space! I will be finishing You're My Idol! But for now I'm making a start on the Pet AU fic I promised all those weeks ago! I hope this is a good enough apology for vanishing. :D

Growing up you lived in semi-luxury. Your parents, humble people, worked high up in some organisation, you’d never been given the opportunity to see. You loved your parents, loved they worked so hard to support you and give you everything you need, but at the same time you don’t like them. It wouldn’t be fair to say you hated them because you didn’t. You didn’t like that they were never home, you didn’t like that while they tried to spare you from the truth you KNEW they did bad things, awful things, and they enjoyed it. It was hard to accept with a nanny that taught you to be good, kind and charitable, that your parents could do so much harm but only care for you and each other.

So as soon as you could, you moved out of their house, not their home, because it had never really been one. Too clean and quiet to be a home. You started working at a non-profit and life was good, you had a good life, occasionally having money battles with your parents where they would send you some money, you would send it back and then they would send back more until it was way too much, and you couldn’t bear the idea of them sending even more. In those cases, you would donate at least half of it to various charities. Only keeping the rest for any necessary repairs or emergency fund, knowing they would only send you more if they found out you gave it all away, and they would find out. Three years after you moved out you received a call from your mother. She was frantic, begging you to lock all your doors and windows and to hide in the deepest darkest corner you could find. They had pissed off the wrong person for too long and now people were after you. You were terrified, furious, and worried for your parents. So many conflicting emotions you didn’t have time to sort through while you did as instructed and trembled in the hardest to reach place you could.

The night passed and nothing happened. Nothing happened for a long time, you were crouched in that space for hours, muscles cramped and feeling like even if you wanted to get out, by now you probably couldn’t even move. It was around 5am when a brick flies through your window, shattering the glass, landing with a dull thud on your living room floor. You shock yourself when you find you can move, your hand coming up to slap against your mouth and muffle any sound. You squeeze your eyes shut and wait but nothing happens. You wait even longer this time and exhausted from all the fear and tension, you pass out. By the time you wake up its 3pm, you listen for 5 minutes and when you hear nothing you slowly climb out of your hiding space. There has been no news from your parents yet. But you can’t cower for ever, you’ve been hiding for almost a day, you are starving having just gotten back from work when you started hiding. You settle for crawling around your home to get what you need and hopefully stay out of sight. Once fed you receive a text from your mother telling you to pack your bags, they were on their way to pick you up.

As angry as you are, now is not the time to refuse. Someone wants to harm you, so obediently, you pack your things and when they arrive settle into the back seat, feeling safer with your parents in their tinted window car. They slap a wig on you and make you wear sunglasses. No-one speaks, barely breathes. They drive for hours, only stopping to quickly grab some last second things from a petrol station at 9pm. That short window where they are out of the car and distracted that you are dragged from the car. A hand is enclosed over your mouth, the other dragging you by the waist. They take you behind the petrol station, and into the forest, seemingly unperturbed by how hard you’re kicking and punching. In the only moment of clear thinking you have, you jam your fingers up your assailant’s nose and push upwards as hard as you can, hooking your nails into their flesh. They yell and let go of you out of reflex, you push off them, sending them hurtling backwards and throwing you forwards. You stumble but just focus on running, you sprint as fast as you can. In the commotion you lost track of your direction and realise if you were going in the right direction, you would have reached the car by now. Having just run probably further into the forest you freeze and climb the nearest tree. You haven’t climbed a tree in years but in this moment, you are basically a master. Settled on a high branch, you have to adjust your wig so you can see properly and realise your sunglasses vanished at some point.

Not too long after you’ve finally slowed your breathing, the man arrives and looks around desperately. He takes off in a random direction when he hears a noise, but not even a minute later you hear yelling and he sprints back past your tree, something fast, so incredibly fast following immediately behind. Just out of sight behind the leaves of a different tree you hear the man being torn apart. Viscera seeping into view ever so slightly. Once the screaming stops, the figure, now covered in gore, appears at the bottom of the tree. You see bright eyes looking up at you and gasp. It had already known you were there; had it been watching? Strands of your wig cloud your vision again and you swipe at them moving them out of the way. It opens its arms to you in a welcoming gesture which just terrifies you further. It clears its throat and opens its mouth, exposing red tinted sharp teeth.

“Ume?” It speaks. Confused you don’t move, the voice is creaky, like it hasn’t been used in a while and it has a vulnerability to it, it’s masculine and its terrifying. You can recognise the intent though, it’s quiet and calming in a strange way that when he makes no more movements, convinces you to slowly come down. You carefully shimmy your way down and now stood before him, you realise he towers over you, at least 6 foot 5 possibly more.

“Ume? Who is that?” You question gently, keeping your distance cautiously. His arms twitch and withdraw slowly. He seems to realise something and, faster than you can comprehend, grabs your wig from your head hauling it away. The white strands glimmer in the moonlight and it makes you feel so naked, too seen with it off you. He snarls, throws the wig to the ground and turns away from you crouching, one hand over the back of his head and the other scratching deep marks into his neck. Blood spills down what of his neck you can see, mingling with the mud and viscera splashed on him. You gasp and step forward to stop him, but he whirls around and bares his teeth at you. A clear threat. You stop in your tracks and hold your open palms out, eyes on the wound that is now quickly closing. It dawns on you, he’s a demon. A loose demon. There are marks on his neck and wrists that look to be from prolonged exposure to wisteria laced restraints. Your heart shatters a little bit.

“Wait! I can help you. You want to find Ume, right?” You whisper, looking from his eyes to those monstrous teeth and both long nailed hands. His eyes narrow and you spot for the first-time little marks in his irises, kanji that indicate pure blood. Strong blood. His posture relaxes just slightly, waiting for you to continue but staying poised to attack if he doesn’t like the proposal. “I work with a charity that deals with rescuing and homing abused demons! I can use that to look for them I’m assuming they’re a loved one, right? Oh, and I can tell you’re a pure blood, if they are a loved one, I can see if there’s any demons with the same markings and take you to her.”

You don’t think about what will happen to you if you fail and you can’t find her, you don’t want to think about it.

He contemplates, eyes still wild and staring through you. He crouches to your level looking you in the eye with an intensity you’ve never experienced.

“… My sister. If you’re lying, I will tear you apart and make you watch.” He threatens, an amused almost excited grin spreading across his face, like he’s convinced you are lying and is just waiting to be proved right.

“OK. I understand. In return, I want you to protect me.” You say hesitantly and quickly expand on your request when he bares his teeth again. “There are bad people after me, I can’t find your sister if I’m killed in my sleep! All you need to do is stay with me, be pampered, and make sure no-one suffocates me!” You throw in pampering to sweeten the deal. He stops again, smirk returning. He says nothing but visibly relaxes. He stands, slouched now, he knows you aren’t a threat, couldn’t be if you tried. He gestures for you to start walking, pointing in what you assume is the direction of the petrol station. You don’t hesitate, walking a bit more confidently now, backed up by the strongest demon you’ve ever come across.

When you reach the petrol station, you are dumbfounded to find your parents car long gone. Some part of you was convinced they wouldn’t leave you. The demon behind you watches you slump to your knees staring at where the car had been. Collecting yourself takes a moment and a couple of tears rolling down your cheeks but you take a deep breath and stand up, brushing off some of the mud and debris from your scuffle.

“OK. Should have guessed. They probably just assumed I was long gone or dead. I can understand that. They’re still assholes, but I get it.” You mumble to yourself. The demon behind you giggles a little, seeming to take pleasure in your disbelief and abandonment. You let the feelings wash over you but then push on. “First things first, I saw a motel about ten minutes that way,” You point in the direction you had come from “I’ll get a room there, sneak you in get you cleaned up and then tomorrow we can go back to my apartment, and I’ll start looking for your sister.” You state in a matter-of-fact manner. The demon nods following behind you while you walk. It’s a good thing its dark out, walking around with a blood-soaked demon would not end well for either of you.

It takes you half an hour to get to the motel, it was a longer walk than drive coupled with the fact you both had to hide in the treeline when a car would pass so they wouldn’t see your new companion. On the walk you question him, asking question after question, the only answers you get to any of them is when you ask him his name.

“… Gyutaro.” He states looking straight ahead. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Just Gyutaro? If you have a last name, it could help me find your sister. Even if it was a past owner.” The word leaves a bad taste in your mouth but it’s the truth. His body stiffens a bit mid stride but relaxes again just as fast.

“Shabana.” You roll the name round in your mind, getting used to the sound, and searching your mind to think if you’d seen or heard it before. Not finding anything you don’t panic; you don’t remember everything you see it could still be somewhere in the records.

“Gyutaro Shabana and Ume Shabana.” Gyutaro doesn’t even look at you when you say it so you just focus on the walk and try to use clues to figure out how she might look. You see so many demons that insist they don’t have a name or don’t remember it, it might be easier to find her by appearance. Though Gyutaro is so encrusted with mud and gore you can barely see him. His hair is both flat and matted, twigs and leaves sticking out in every direction the only thing clean about him is his eyes, but they seem to have an unhealthy yellow colour to them. Though that might just be what they look like usually. When you do reach the motel, you have him hang back in the tree line while you book the room, you mime the number to him behind your back and gesture for him to go around the back to the window. As nonchalantly as you can you make your way inside the room, locking the door behind you and heading straight for the bathroom window.

Watching him squeeze his way through the tiny window is almost kind of impressive. Though once he is through you have to wipe away the grime he left behind. He takes his time looking around the room while you do.

“Gyutaro? You OK? You’ll want to have a quick shower before you have a bath… Gyutaro?” You called through the open door first, but when he doesn’t respond you poke your head out the door. He’s just sat on the bed seeming to be testing the comfort. When he spots you, he stands straight up like he was burned by the bed.

“It’s OK you can sit there for a minute if you want.” You smile, rolling your sleeves up so you can test the water temperature. As a demon, temperature probably doesn’t matter to him but you want to put in the care.

“But I’m covered in shit.” He states, looking at you like you’re stupid.

“Sheets can be washed, and there’s always spares if they get too messy to sleep in, go wild.” He hums and sits back down, gently bouncing on the springs. After checking the temperature and unpacking the soaps from the drawers you call him in for the shower. You show him how to adjust the temperature and leave him to his own devices. Not even a minute late you hear him slip and fall in the bathtub, most likely not having prepared himself. You knock on the door quickly.

“Gyutaro, are you OK?” You call. You don’t know why you’re concerned, he’s an adult demon, it would take more than that to hurt him and he wouldn’t die from a broken neck. Unless he found some way to decapitate himself. Right before you were going to open the door to check on him, he grunts out a confirmation and you hear him moving around. “OK, be careful.” He grunts again and you turn back to the room. To your amusement you see that at some point he flopped onto his back and made a mud angel on the bed. It was kind of endearing and heartbreaking at the same time, who knows how long it’s been since he had any form of comfort?

It briefly crosses your mind that maybe you should be more scared I this situation. You just got kidnapped, fought for your life, saw someone get eviscerated right in front of you, got abandoned by your parents and now you have to find a demon’s sister, or you’ll be killed in the same way as your kidnapper. You take this moment to hold yourself and try to come to terms with everything. Sorting through your feelings as best you can, you realise you should message your parents, let them know you’re still alive, and pissed at them. Oh, so very pissed. You send a scathing text but put your phone down, you can’t deal with whatever their response is right now, you just want them to stew in what they’ve just put you through. Maybe for once they might feel regret.

Eventually the shower stops, and you realise you forgot to give him a towel. As your reaching for one the door swings open, making you gasp and turn away.

“Gyutaro!” You want to scold him, but no words come out, you feel too awkward, so you hold the towel out behind you.

“What?” He snaps back, taking the towel.

“What do you mean what? You know what!” You exclaim still pointedly looking away. He stalks past you, towel around his waist and you properly see his body for the first time, in the awful fluorescent lighting and with no dirt obscuring it. You are shocked by how skinny he is, he had all that power in such a malnourished body? What is he like when he isn’t starving? There are black ink like splodges that litter his pallid body like constellations and you see his hair is two toned, black and green.

“I don’t know what you’re yapping about. It’s just my dick.” He snorts throwing himself onto the couch, towel just about staying on.

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“Exactly! It’s private, I’m not getting my… bits out.” You look to the side getting progressively more flustered. You drag your hands down you face before wiping your hands of the situation. “Whatever, in future please keep yourself covered.” You scold.

“With what?” He shrugs at you, giving you that disgusted look again.

“Good point. I need to find you some clothes…” You stare at him, trying to guess his size and he takes notice, snarling at you.

“What?! Just realising how ugly I am? I bet you don’t even know how lucky you are, good looking, that car you came in sure did look nice, how much was it? Probably more than I’ve ever seen, good for you. Good for you.” He mumbles the last bit.

“No! Nothing like that, I’m just trying to guess what size clothes you are. You have broad shoulders, muscular arms… A tiny waist and long legs…” Are you… Attracted to that? Have you always been attracted to demons? Let along such strange ones? You can unpack that can of worms another time and preferably not in front of the demon in question. “I’m just gonna pop out and see if they have anything in lost and found. Don’t make too much noise, I’m supposed to be the only one in here.” He waves you away turning over on the couch, back now facing you.

When you eventually convince the front desk clerk to look through the lost and found you manage to find a huge coat, some slacks, and a pair of brogue shoes. And odd match overall but it’ll do to get you back to your apartment. By the time you come back to the room Gyutaro is dead asleep or pretending to be, so he doesn’t have to talk about you. Either way, you leave the clothes on a chair nearby and quietly undress. You hadn’t the foresight to grab some clothes for yourself once you realised you were also covered in mud, undressing was your only comfortable option. You slipped straight into the covers and think about how Gyutaro could have taken over the bed while you were gone but didn’t and you want to believe he chose to let you have it which is too much faith to have in a demon you’ve just met.

But you drift off peacefully, feeling safe in the knowledge that Gyutaro is a few feet away.

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vexinghearts · 10 months

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That is FOUL 💀 /J

I was RP-ING with a Gyutaro Ai on Character.Ai AND THIS WAS ONE OF THE RESPONSES (scribbled out the rest because it was normal lol)

#gyutaro #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro kny #Gyutaro DS #Character.ai #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny

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getsesko · 1 year

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— Gyutaro amine: Kimetsu No Yaiba [Demon Slayer] demonssss @Getsesko ig: instagram.com/getsesko

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nno-user · 10 months

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I love that Yoriichi traumatized Muzan so hard that his blood cells remember. Because not only will Muzan get scared shitless whenever he sees Kokushibo, but so will every other demon.

#horrible doodle alert #muzan kibutsuji #kokushibo #douma #akaza #hatengu #gyokko #gyutaro #daki #demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanart #demon slayer fanart #kny #🔍 ; no username // art tag

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yuki2sksksk · 2 months

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More merpeople AU

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tonixe · 11 months

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☆ KNY DEMONS x fem! upper moon reader

n.o.t.e.s - the sword arc was so delicious to watch literally, I just wanted to write something tbh. 📢

w.a.r.n - some crack energy, fluff, doma being a menace to society,

w.c. - 753

The strings of the biwa ranged throughout the infinite castle, summoning the upper moons to the castle.

From those few, you were already there due to Muzan's orders. You were trying to busy yourself playing with your h/c hair, waiting for the upper moons to span in.

It was pretty boring for you; you couldn't sit on the floor because of how uncomfortable it was because you managed to disobey his orders by helping some hashira. It was even a miracle that you didn't die because you managed to do it every time; some demons thought you were in a relationship with Muzan, so it wouldn't be surprising.

You were bored out of your mind, trying to converse with Nakime, "So Nakime wanna go out after this meeting" you chimed, clapping your hands together, looking at the biwa lady.

You lifted your head to see a upper moons before you, "That was quick," you murmured; you heard a familiar annoying voice saying your name.

"Y/N-chan," Doma's voice ranged out, his hand touching your shoulder; he irked everything in your body, "Did you miss me, y/n-chan" he gave you a toothy smile, and you looked at him with disgust.

"Don't be like that, Y/n-chan. Maybe we can go to my place and-' Soon, you found Doma's head on the castle's floor, thanks to Akaza.

His whole body was irked by Doma's presence, "Thank you, akaza" You gave him a smile that made Akaza blush, and his once-white face turned red.

You heard Doma's whines in the background calling your name

"It was no problem" he placed a hand behind his back, looking away from you.

You soon saw Daki and Gyutaro span in the castle, "Y/N!" Daki yelled at you before tackling you into a hug.

"Hey Daki" you smiled, patting her head.

"Y/N, I missed you," she sang out, burying herself into you, "Maybe if you're not busy, you we have a makeover," she exclaimed, "Sure," you smiled, "Daki, what about me" Doma whined.

"Go kill yourself, you perv," Daki yelled while protectively holding you, "Oh, hi Gyutaro" You smiled at him, and you waved at him supporting Daki's weight.

Gyutaro's cheeks turned light pink, and you giggled from the reaction.

Soon Daki got pulled away from you by her brother; the upper moon one caught your eye, and you walked up to him, "Hi, kokushibo" you exclaimed, he was mostly quiet, but you manage to get the word out of his mouth.

He looked at you briefly before muttering a 'hello' and walking away. You eventually saw Hantengu on the floor, cowardly to himself, and Gyokko talking to Doma with his regrown new head.

A swift wind made your h/c hair blow back as all the upper moons bowed to their demon lord, which appeared out of nowhere. You just stood there looking stupid, "Oh, Muzan finally you here; I was getting bored," you muttered still standing, crossing your arm, cocking your head at him.

The uppermoons were astonished at what you just said to Muzan, you're probably the only one that manage to get away with disrespecting Muzan without getting punished or even dying.

You saw Muzan's eyebrow switching at your comment; you smiled from the reaction.

He shot you a glare before your hand was force by what it felt like air to sit down but, which led to your face buried into the tatami floor.

It earned from sniggers from the upper moons before everyone was silenced by Muzan.

The meeting was quick and short by Muzan degrading all the upper moons except Kokushibo; your head was still stuck as you struggled.

You manage to get your head help by someone grabbing onto your waist and pulling you out of the floor. Whoever this hero was you were probably grateful, because Muzan manage to get your head really stuck to the floor.

But unfortunately for you, it was Doma, holding your waist. "Y/n-chan, we should do this more often" he exclaimed before you punched his head away from you.

Forcing his grip on your waist away before you whipped your head to the loud voice of Daki and Akaza charging to Doma's headless body.

"Get your hands off her, you pervert" Daki and Akaza yelled before jumping Doma.

There were crushing the stronger demon; you deadpanned at the sight. While the upper moons was busy, Gyutaro was laughing at seeing Doma being attacked by Akaza and his sister.

It was pure chaos.

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lelee-tdn · 1 year

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[Actor au] it’s the kny season 3 premiere! 🕺

Low effort bonus:

I don’t have experience drawing chibis so forgive me 🤧

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reine-uls · 1 year

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I just read an interesting isekai, harem uppermoons x reader (gender neutral) fanfic on ao3 called the awakening of the demon king by wholesome_sliced_bread and plot so far is amazing!

In a nutshell, reader found a dead Muzan and ate him and they became the Demon King. (I find this terribly disturbing and funny at the same time).

You were just a student but then you stumbled across Muzan’s corpse and nom nom nom. ✨ expensive mukbang ✨ You got isekaied to the Demon Slayer world. (I drew another version of reader for another fanfic— I’m not running out of ideas at this point. But I drew them female huhu I should’ve drawn them ambiguous.)

Since you became the Demon King, all of the demons under Muzan’s creation, especially the Twelve Kizuki are under your control.

The original story of Demon Slayer might change depending on Reader, who is a fan of Demon Slayer in the real world, meaning they know everything what will happen to the story, who dies and survives, and how the original story will end. The fate lies upon their hands.

I enjoyed the story so far. I recommend everyone to read it~

#archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #hantengu x reader #gyokko x reader #gyutaro x reader #daki x reader #nakime x reader #drawing ✍️

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venus-giirl · 10 months

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"A enemies to lovers"

Gyutaro Shabana x fem reader.

Fandom: Demon Salyer.

Word count: +1.8K

Rating: fighting, insults, fluff, anguish, enemies, harsh words.

N/A: I'm back, bitches. This last month I've been with final exams and couldn't find motivation to write. So last night I sat down and decided to write an enemies to lovers with Gyutaro, since I saw that the last post had been well liked. Enjoy reading, sorry for the hurtful words, but in this story the two of them hate each other… or not.

THE BOY IS A MONSTEERRRR

The room was dark. School supplies were cluttered all over the space, which was already cramped. Balls, tennis racquets, strings, mats, etc. Everything smelled like gym equipment, covered with the typical layer of dust that was hardly cleaned unless the equipment was being used.

Both of your breaths were labored, breathing hard due to the little air left inside along with the dense layer of dirt. You were angry at the stupid situation you were in.

"You shouldn't have come, it was me who was tasked to go get the mats." he growls in a serious tone, almost sounding like a dog facing his opponent.

"I've already told you a thousand times, he sent me to help you too, the mats are heavy…". you retort.

"I don't need your help, I am much stronger than you".

"You're an idiot if you think a woman can't fend for herself, Gyutaro."

"The idiot is you if you thought you were going to help me with those weak arms." His breath hits your face. It wasn't unpleasant to you, despite his hideous appearance. It smelled like a mixture of mint and body odor.

You shake your head shaking your thoughts away. My goodness, you disliked him for over two grades. He was so cruel and mean to the other students and envious through and through. He was always complaining about those who were better than him, especially in sports.

"Oh my god, you're unbearable, you know that?". You don't know what to respond and the only thing you can think to do is try to vent your anger by making him feel bad. Even though that really wasn't what you wanted, but you couldn't help it.

"Unbearable is your stupid voice and to top it off the door was locked with the keys out because of you, you clumsy girl." He had snuggled closer to you. Although the room wasn't very well lit, because the light wasn't working either, you could see his face with the small solar halo coming in through the small square window located above the wall where Gyutaro was.

His hands had reached your arms to shake you helplessly for the situation. You wince as he digs his fingers in that it almost hurts and you let out a whimper, trying to pull away from him.

"Let go of me, you brute." You fight back, trying to wiggle out of his grip. "I hadn't even seen the keys." When you had entered the materials room you didn't notice that the keys were in the lock, so you assumed that the trainer had already opened the door and that he had them hanging around his neck, as usual.

"Oh, of course. Because the girl is so dumb that even at that she's not able to figure it out." His comments were starting to hurt and tears were beginning to sting the edges of your eyes. You were not going to allow yourself to sink with his hurtful words. If he could insult you with no regard for your feelings, of course you would too. You hated him.

"You are inconsiderate, sarcastic and unbearable." You scream and press the palm of your hands on his hard chest to push him away from your body. "If you were in a different mood maybe we'd be out of here by now." You press your nails into his shirt and manage to rip a button off. He grunts and squeezes you tighter in his grip. Your arms hurt too much. It might even leave a mark on you.

"I didn't need your help!" He yells and shakes you.

"Fuck, Gyutaro, this isn't about help!".

"Then why do you always show up everywhere I go?". His question left you unsettled, blank. In fact, you also had the same feeling of running into him, in the hallways, at the lockers, when sometimes you were late because you overslept, in fights you were always around or even when he was expelled from class for confronting some teacher, you would show up by the punishment room to put some papers.

"What… What? For God's sake, I'm the deputy. It's normal for me to be doing… delegate stuff." You weren't crazy and you weren't chasing him, it's just a coincidence. right?

He laughs in a low, vile tone, not believing anything you say. "And it's also a coincidence that we're here right now?".

Your cheeks were starting to heat up from anger. "Honestly, I'd rather die than be locked in the same room as you." You spit out in a stern tone.

Gyutaro responds with a laugh too unpleasant for you "Dare to say that again and again and I'll break you". The glint of malice could be seen in his gaze. His teeth chattered with every word and his jaw tensed, you almost thought he might snap his teeth from the strain. His grip and his voice were harder and harder.

"Fuck you." You grab his shirt and try to shake him too.

"Oh, I'm flattered, but no thanks." You take a few steps forward and out of sense take a few steps back. You don't want him to touch you. You can't stand it. His touch feels rough and horrid to you. Cold and hard. Painful and… Fuck, stop thinking about it.

"I hate you, I hate you. I can't stand you and you think I'd be after you? Jesus Christ, you wouldn't believe that yourself. From the moment I saw you I couldn't stand you." Gyutaro is silent for a few moments, seconds in which a silent emptiness takes over the room, which, seconds before, had been filled with screams and voices, insults and confessions too painful and cruel to be able to say them to another person.

Seconds in which your body is pushed forcefully backwards. The air leaves your lungs abruptly and gravity takes hold of your body pulling you down. Your back crashes heavily against the mattresses and you feel a large, angry body looming over you. The vibes shook your skin and it bristled at the numerous sensations you were experiencing, fear, terror… But you were not going to show weakness before him. No way, he couldn't see you crying or in a vulnerable state.

Your breaths were agitated, loaded with words that wanted to leave your mouths to hurt again. Hands and legs move, squeeze, and you try to pull away. You sit up, but he places his palm on your chest and sinks you back down to the mattresses. You claw at his arms and groan, trying to overcome his enormous strength. He grunts gutturally and tries to grab your hands again. When he finally succeeds, he spreads your legs apart with his knees and stands over you, his bony pelvis now between your thighs, preventing you from closing your legs or kicking him. You gasp and grunt, arch your back, but nothing, you can't free yourself from him. From his prison. God…you were almost sure you'd never get out of there.

"I hate you you know." Desperate you attack him again with the only thing you have left.

"I know." He replies in a dry tone and smiles showing his menacing teeth.

"I hate your smile."

"I know." He repeats. His face moves closer to yours. Her hair, always messy, now falls around your face, forming a curtain between the two of you.

"And your face, you're so…you're so obnoxious." Your nose brushes against his, his breath hits your mouth and cheeks. If you could sink even deeper into the mattress you would have made it by now.

His weight on your body burned you more and more. "And I can't…I can't….". Your eyes widen as you feel his lips rest on yours. You don't know it at the time, as the darkness prevented you from seeing, but his eyes looked into yours with a glow…an unexplainable glow. His dry, chapped lips encircled yours in a chaste kiss.

Your breath catches and you let out a soft sigh, half-opening your lips. Gyutaro pulls away just an unbearable millimeter and you already feel the cold from the absence of warmth. In an uncontrollable impulse you sit up and kiss him back. You suck in a breath of air and crash your lips against his. Gyutaro grunts in an attempt to control himself and crushes you back against the mat without separating from you, without breaking the kiss again. His mouth opens and he sticks out his tongue to open your wet lips which you open, inviting him in. Your tongues meet, slippery with saliva. Oxygen is depleted as your kiss becomes more intense. Now it has become a war to see which tongue can dominate the other. Your mouths open in a kiss. His breath caresses your right cheek and you tilt your head so you can get more of him.

His hand held the back of your neck. Since when did his hand hold the back of your neck? His thick, calloused fingers curl and pull at it. Your body arches and his body hovers more over you, the mats supporting the weight of both of you. Gyutaro grunts and begins to eat from your mouth as if it were the last meal on earth. You follow his rhythm and you both create a dance, in which your mouths devour each other with anger, rage, hatred and uncontrolled passion. His teeth sting and graze your lower lip. From time to time he gently bites your tongue and curses, in words that crash over your lips, incomprehensible confessions.

You feel and hear Gyutaro's nails digging into the mat and breaking it as he clenches his fists. Your hands now embrace his neck and you pull at his hair, causing him to growl. At an indeterminate point, you become dizzy and can almost feel his pelvis shift between your thighs, searching for something to relieve himself with.

However, the crazy magic of that crazy kiss is interrupted by the jingling of keys and a male voice shouting, "Is someone inside, the door is locked, hello!". Everything falls apart when Gyutaro abruptly pulls away from your body and growls. His weight, his touch, his breathing, his hands…everything is now cold to you. Your mind gradually comes to its senses and you awaken your mind cold again, assessing the matter. You are still there, lying on the mats, trying to calm your breathing and organize the bomb of events in your head.

"Shit…" Gyutaro curses and turns his back on you. Before he leaves he gives you one last look showing his teeth and walks away, leaving his scent, his trail. You hear the professor hurling questions at Gyutaro who ignores him completely, until you stop hearing his footsteps. Your hands rise by inertia to your red, swollen lips and you again hear footsteps running into the material shed.

"T/n, are you okay?" Mitsuri's soft voice sounds concerned, but you don't manage to hear it. Not after what's happened.

"I… I hate him…". You whisper still feeling the trail of Gyutaro's kiss on your mouth.